I began this painting with John O’Donohue and “thin places” in my heart. I cannot, this evening as I post, find a clear reference to “thin places” in his words. Perhaps later. The basic concept is fairly simple, I reckon.
“Thin places” are places where the veil between the physical and the metaphysical, between the physical and the eternal if you will, is parted. There isn’t the layer of separation that often appears to exits between us and the Divine.
The notion was strong with me today as I thought of a Professor friend’s pilgrimage in the name of Peace. But I think, in some ways, I feel called to life in thin places in general. So what does that mean?
Maybe it means being open to possibilities. To both the horror that can exist in the world but also to the incredible strength and resiliency of the human spirit. This is not easy space to inhabit. Often I have felt myself surprised by thin places. I stumble into them. Lately, I feel that I am being called to inhabit them consciously.
In a way, it’s all thin places….
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